from; I just don’t know how deep his secrets really go.
The things I’ve dealt with over the past few years will never be erased from my memory, but I can still try to move on and push them further away.
I like the guy I met today. He’s quirky, fun, and knows what he wants for himself.
The passion he feels for Cursed Magic is sincere. It makes me happy to know that I’ll be a part of that world, even if it is for a short time.
I want to feel that passion for something in my life—to be proud of something that’s all mine. I don’t know what direction I’ll find myself going or even what will interest me enough to take that plunge. I just need to find something that speaks to me like Linc found with his art and his shop.
Who knows? I may even learn a thing or two from Linc and Daulton.
I can already see it now—Linc being the protective big brother and Daulton…well, that’s a fantasy for another time.
Spending the night getting to know the guys from the shop should be fun. If nothing else, it will help me keep my mind busy and temporarily forget the fears that are stuck in the back of my mind.
Walking through the kitchen, I make my way into the living room. I grab my small suitcase and carry it up to the second floor.
Once at the top of the stairs, I stand and look around, trying to figure out which room I want to claim as mine. Should I pick the one to the left or the one to the right? They look exactly the same, so it’s not like one of the two choices jumps out at me.
I’ve never had to make a decision like this before. It may seem small and simple to some, but for me it means a lot to have my own place to call home. The house isn’t massive or anything, but it’s still a lot more room than I’ve been used to over the past few years.
It sure as hell beats the dump of a studio apartment Rick and I were living in back in Oregon.
Turning my body to the right, I decide to take this bedroom. It has a window that overlooks the front of the house, so it wins the toss up.
I set my suitcase down on the dresser and begin to open the zipper. There aren’t too many things that I brought with me for this trip, but I figure I may as well unload the clothing and bathroom products I grabbed from the hotel.
I remove the dirty clothing that I’ve worn the past few days and set them down on the bed. A few pieces of clothing that remain have been bunched up toward the bottom of the suitcase.
Laying them all out on the bed, I try to remove any wrinkles with my hands. Once I feel that they look good enough to wear, I fold them and place them into the dresser drawers.
I grab for the toiletries and make my way to the bathroom. Walking past the vanity, I stop to look at my reflection.
My blue hair is twisted in a messy bun on top of my head and strands that have fallen out are now hanging around my face. My eyes aren’t as bright as they usually are and there are dark black circles surrounding them.
The past few years have really taken a toll on my mind, body, and spirit. I used to be the girl that was smiling, happy, and wanting to bring life into everyone I was near. I’ve lost a lot of weight, too. My appetite was something I lost early on. When food was put in front of me, I’d rather throw up than eat.
I was living a life that killed me from the inside out. The only nutrients that were absorbed by my body were the pills and the whiskey Rick would make me drink to numb my senses. It was no way to live, but at the time it was the only way I knew how to survive.
Since I no longer had a say in anything I did, I went along with anything he asked of me. I was too afraid to stick up for myself or speak my mind. Hell, if I even looked at him the wrong way I got a slap across my face.
I was stuck in a life I had no way to get out of until I was brave enough to make a run for it. I thought about it a million times, but never had the courage to really do it. He threatened me that if I ever told anyone or left
The things I’ve dealt with over the past few years will never be erased from my memory, but I can still try to move on and push them further away.
I like the guy I met today. He’s quirky, fun, and knows what he wants for himself.
The passion he feels for Cursed Magic is sincere. It makes me happy to know that I’ll be a part of that world, even if it is for a short time.
I want to feel that passion for something in my life—to be proud of something that’s all mine. I don’t know what direction I’ll find myself going or even what will interest me enough to take that plunge. I just need to find something that speaks to me like Linc found with his art and his shop.
Who knows? I may even learn a thing or two from Linc and Daulton.
I can already see it now—Linc being the protective big brother and Daulton…well, that’s a fantasy for another time.
Spending the night getting to know the guys from the shop should be fun. If nothing else, it will help me keep my mind busy and temporarily forget the fears that are stuck in the back of my mind.
Walking through the kitchen, I make my way into the living room. I grab my small suitcase and carry it up to the second floor.
Once at the top of the stairs, I stand and look around, trying to figure out which room I want to claim as mine. Should I pick the one to the left or the one to the right? They look exactly the same, so it’s not like one of the two choices jumps out at me.
I’ve never had to make a decision like this before. It may seem small and simple to some, but for me it means a lot to have my own place to call home. The house isn’t massive or anything, but it’s still a lot more room than I’ve been used to over the past few years.
It sure as hell beats the dump of a studio apartment Rick and I were living in back in Oregon.
Turning my body to the right, I decide to take this bedroom. It has a window that overlooks the front of the house, so it wins the toss up.
I set my suitcase down on the dresser and begin to open the zipper. There aren’t too many things that I brought with me for this trip, but I figure I may as well unload the clothing and bathroom products I grabbed from the hotel.
I remove the dirty clothing that I’ve worn the past few days and set them down on the bed. A few pieces of clothing that remain have been bunched up toward the bottom of the suitcase.
Laying them all out on the bed, I try to remove any wrinkles with my hands. Once I feel that they look good enough to wear, I fold them and place them into the dresser drawers.
I grab for the toiletries and make my way to the bathroom. Walking past the vanity, I stop to look at my reflection.
My blue hair is twisted in a messy bun on top of my head and strands that have fallen out are now hanging around my face. My eyes aren’t as bright as they usually are and there are dark black circles surrounding them.
The past few years have really taken a toll on my mind, body, and spirit. I used to be the girl that was smiling, happy, and wanting to bring life into everyone I was near. I’ve lost a lot of weight, too. My appetite was something I lost early on. When food was put in front of me, I’d rather throw up than eat.
I was living a life that killed me from the inside out. The only nutrients that were absorbed by my body were the pills and the whiskey Rick would make me drink to numb my senses. It was no way to live, but at the time it was the only way I knew how to survive.
Since I no longer had a say in anything I did, I went along with anything he asked of me. I was too afraid to stick up for myself or speak my mind. Hell, if I even looked at him the wrong way I got a slap across my face.
I was stuck in a life I had no way to get out of until I was brave enough to make a run for it. I thought about it a million times, but never had the courage to really do it. He threatened me that if I ever told anyone or left
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